'Wistful, I gaze at the river's edge and hear the river's song.' Li Shangyin (812-858) from In Late Autumn Wandering Alone by a Bend in the River tr. by Ian Johnston.
Where dark sludge coats rusted carcasses
mucks unaccounted bones of Moloch's children
Where surface water rushes, feeble green light
gropes suspended sediment, out-wash of toxic cities
Where night drops chill and roils the flat river
flecked with starlight and wing beat of warring angels